I'm Going to Make This Dream Come True
In your crib you quietly lay.
I knelt beside my bed to pray.
Between the bars I looked at you:
"Lord, make his days skies of blue!"
Now you've gone where dreams
Don't come true.
Now different bars hold you, dear.
"Lord, let this dream change because of a tear!"
Beside my bed I pray tonight:
"Lord, help my son make it right!"
In your cell you quietly lay.
I knelt beside my bed to pray.
I'm going to make this dream come true,
Because, my son, I do love you.
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